Rich White Boys
I told myself I accepted his gala invite because I wanted to see what else they could get away with.
You can’t tell anyone what happens hereIt’s a secret
Bring more kegsAnd bring the hottest babes you have.
Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in foreverDid you drink from that yet?I think I took a sip, why?When?I heard they just put something in the keg, so don’t drink more from it.
TimesWhat year is it?
Is this W’s Club?Is there a party going on right now?It’s a gala, but yes.
What’s it like?
Sorry, I’m not allowed to tell you.It’s amazing in there though. Things you’ve never seen.
More in this series
The Smell of All Mothers
It was That Smell, that-so-familiar-one that hurt me not to remember where I’d smelled it before.
AREA CANNIBALESS
Some just want a lick of fame, prostrate at my feet with their sweaty headshots, as if I am the one to save them.
Low-Flying Children
The Green Man dreams that one day he will throw away the flag and depart for home in a bug-free rocket ship. But not before the children grow up, walk instead of fly.